Chapter 294 I Want to Go for a Walk
Those homeless men didn't care at all whether Juniper liked it or not.
The more Juniper refused, the more excited they became.
Whatever Juniper refused to do, they insisted on forcing her to do it.
"Stop pretending. You obviously like it. How could you think it smells bad?"
"Exactly. How could a dog think this stuff stinks? Back in my hometown, the dogs loved eating this stuff."
Juniper shook her head desperately, staring at that thing right in front of her.
That smell wasn't just bad anymore; it was revolting.
It was a hundred times more disgusting than having dozens of homeless men take turns using her.
"I'm begging you, please stop."
"You're all the fathers of the child in my belly. How can you treat the child's mother like this?"
The moment Juniper said this, the homeless men burst into laughter.
"You're really shameless. Are all these guys really the child's father?"
"That kid has way too many fathers. If he's not a bastard, then what is he?"
Juniper looked at their faces and suddenly felt a sharp ache inside.
She almost forgot about the disgusting thing in front of her. Instead, she sat up a little straighter and put her hand on her swollen belly.
"Baby, you're not a bastard."
"If they won't admit it, then we won't recognize them either."
"At worst, you just won't have a father."
"But you still have me. I'll always be your mother."
Watching her mumble to herself like a madwoman, the homeless men laughed even harder.
"Has she lost it?"
"Maybe she's been through too much?"
"Who told you to go so hard yesterday?"
As they joked, another wave of laughter broke out.
Just as one of them was about to press Juniper's head down and force her to eat that stuff, he was suddenly stopped by another homeless man.
"Idiot, don't forget what we have to do today."
"If you get that crap all over her face, how are we supposed to keep going later?"
The man took a drag on his cigarette, then suddenly changed his mind.
"But after we're done, you can do whatever you want."
"You really are a genius!"
The homeless men praised each other, then started bragging about who had more stamina.
They argued about who was the best, and if anyone didn't believe it, just watch—he could go five rounds today.
Someone tugged on the chain, refusing to let go of it even while they were doing it.
"Their sperm is inside your vagina, and so is mine."
"And you still say you're not a whore?"
"That you're not carrying a bastard?"
Juniper was pinned down by her hands and feet as those men's penises slammed into her vagina, without any foreplay.
There was no need for foreplay either.
Her body had already adapted to this rhythm.
Juniper wasn't sure if it was her body's self-protection, or if she was just naturally this kind of woman.
Her body responded with pleasure.
She began to enjoy this feeling.
But whenever she heard the word "bastard," she still struggled to argue back.
"No, he's not a bastard."
"He's my child."
"I'm the child's mother."
As she spoke, she suddenly started crying again.
Her emotional outburst made the homeless men pause for a moment.
They couldn't understand why this woman was crying.
The child in her belly was a bastard to begin with.
The homeless man who claimed he could go five rounds today really did prove his stamina with action.
And because of that, he became the leader among these homeless men.
These men had no joy left in their lives.
They spent all the money William gave them on gambling and prostitutes.
Once the money was gone, they went back under the overpass, waiting for William to hand out more.
They enjoyed living like this and hoped it could go on forever.
This way, they could satisfy their urges and get paid for it at the same time.
Although Juniper still looked passable,
with her shaved head and missing ear, over time, they still got tired of her.
So they took the money William gave them and went to find better-looking prostitutes.
Juniper gradually stopped crying. She only let out low moans.
Her body trembled with the homeless man's thrusts.
Her swollen belly swayed back and forth.
The homeless men started laughing again.
"A natural-born whore."
"See? I told you I was the best. I got her soaking wet."
Those filthy words fell into Juniper's ears, but she didn't care anymore.
Only occasionally, when they stopped to switch places, would she nervously shout at them,
"Gentle, please be gentle."
"I'm already pregnant. I'm carrying your child."
"You're all the child's fathers. If something happens to the child, won't your conscience bother you?"
Dylan snorted coldly.
He never imagined that one day, the words "conscience bother you" would come out of Juniper's mouth.
Dylan turned his head away and spat on the ground.
"Disgusting."
In the distance, at some point, William had turned his back.
He really couldn't bring himself to keep watching, so he hid in the car instead.
The child's father—those words were his eternal wound.
They were the evidence of his crime that he could never escape in this lifetime.
Whenever he thought of Isabella's miserable state during her miscarriage, he would hate the man he used to be.
William envied anyone who had ever given Isabella warmth.
Even some random old woman on the street whose name he didn't know.
Even a stranger whose name he didn't know had done better than him.
William found it ridiculous. After all these years, what had he gained?
Why couldn't he even compare to a stranger?
Why had even a stranger once given Isabella warmth?
And him? What had he done?
William lowered his head. He locked the car door.
But the homeless men's mocking laughter still slipped through the gaps and stabbed into his ears.
It wasn't until Juniper passed out that the homeless men finally stopped.
Grinning, they collected twenty thousand dollars in cash from Dylan.
Even though they hadn't managed to make Juniper eat their excrement,
at least they had gotten the money.
Dylan watched from a distance and told his men to fill buckets with water and pour them over Juniper's body.
That body covered in handprints and all kinds of filth—even Dylan found it disgusting and didn't want to touch it.
He even threw away the iron chain, leaving only the collar that symbolized Juniper's identity.
Because a dog's neck couldn't be without a collar.
Otherwise, the dog would run loose and might even stand up and bite someone.
After everything on Juniper's body had been washed off, Dylan ordered his men to carry her onto the truck.
Only after everything was ready did he knock on the car window.
"Mr. Spencer, we can go now."
William rolled the window down a crack. He looked at Dylan and said,
"I want to go out for a walk."
"I want to go see the land Donny planted."